What a curious little book this is: Ostensibly this the story of one day racing in the Alps, but retold by a domestique rather than the usual point of view of the champion, but at best Rendell pays lip service to Victor Hugo Pena's recollections.
They are there, little gems of lung-bursting activity and tactics, but they are sprinkled around chapters dense with historical detail about the Tour de France: the planning and routes, its creator's battles with technological innovation, sections explaining the science of drafting and huge swerves into the realms of cycling philosophy, all provide meaty contract to Pena's recollections climbing up Luz Ardiden.
Hindsight being what it is, what turns out to be more fascinating is the fact Pena was no ordinary water-carrier. He worked for Lance Armstrong, so I spent a goodly amount of time trying to doublethink Pena's memories, which provided some unexpected-if-futile fun. There are moments when he talks about just being strangely stronger than the other teams and you think 'hello, I know what's going on here', but these insights are few, and mostly what is revealed is the extreme level of order the team is run on, rather than the hidden hand of drugs this probably covered.
Still drugs or no - and let's face it, most teams were doping at this point - this is the story of how an unknown Colombian cyclist managed to hold the maillot jaune for a couple of days before pulling himself inside-out on an Alpine climb to get his boss into that same leaders jersey, revealing a truth about the chances of success for 98% of professional cyclists, and what they go through for those destined for fame and fortune.